Do you understand me, Slave?" Yes, Mistress Lira," Jon meekly replied, ending the communication. Lira grasped Jon by his hard-on and guided him off th... pedestal. She pulled him to the large bed in the corner of the chamber. She motioned Jon to get onto the bed, as she opened her black leather valise to remove articles of restraint, discipline and punishment. Jon's wrists were bound with black leather wrist cuffs, covered with steel studs and rings. Next, she selected a device with small leather. Boys weren't supposed to like girls, and most certainly not vice-versa. The grownups were relatively tolerant, smugly certain that this was something both of us would outgrow. Just a normal stage of development.But we didn't outgrow it.We had been best friends for years. Years of snickering and sly whispering behind our backs. Years of petty harassment by teachers and Morality Monitors. Opposite-sex friendship in adolescence inevitably leads to illicit sex, don't you know? And: hey, lookit them. I do this a number of times before going back to bobbing my head. “Baby… Just like that, I’m close.” I sped up my strokes, and every time I come up I flick the top of his head. I could tell he was almost there, his body tightened in the slightest before his hot sticky cum came in streams and shot down my throat. I milked his cock greedily, wanting more of his cum. He moaned out my name as he was cumming. When all of his hot cum was down my throat, I look up at him and he pulled me to him, our. A light pink silk shirt that’s cut low in the front, but not too revealing. A multi-layered, cream colored, flippy little skirt that comes several inches above your knees in length. It’s the same soft silk as your shirt, and the pale colors deepen the color of your tanned skin. The sandals you've chosen are in the same shade of pink as your blouse, with tall thin heels that accentuate your long legs. Reaching out, you grab my free hand, and pull me gently across the threshold. "Hey baby," I.